#AmericanWriters
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.